A/N: This happened because I enjoy fluffy Remus/Sirius. Also Queen.
He could hear the music all the way down the hall, not for the first time of course. Remus had long since discovered that, in keeping with Sirius' philosophy (everything worth doing is worth overdoing), all music had to be turned up to full volume. Needless to say the neighbors were not particularly pleased with them and someone would probably be knocking on the door soon to tell Sirius to shut up (if they hadn't already. Sirius did have a rather great pentiant for ignoring their poor neighbors…)
Remus transferred the sack of groceries to his other hand as he fumbled in his pocket for his keys. The young man opened the door just in time to see his boyfriend leaping onto the back of the sofa, wearing only an open leather jacket and a pair of old faded jeans.
"So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye? So you think you can love me and leave me to die? Oh, baby, Can't do this to me, baby. Just gotta get out, just gotta get right out of here," Sirius was singing along with the record and it appeared as though he were playing an invisible guitar. His long dark hair whipped about has he continued with his own little private rock concert, now launching himself off the couch. He had actually gotten quite into his little fantasy and it took him several moments to notice that the door had been opened. When his grey eyes finally met Remus' he immediately stopped, flushing scarlet.
"Remus!" He yelped, the record was still blaring in the background, no longer accompanied by Sirius.
It took almost all of the werewolf's self control to keep from bursting out in laughter. He raised an eyebrow as if to ask for an explanation, saying nothing and working to keep a mild expression on his face. He really didn't trust himself to speak or even open his mouth for fear that he would lose all control and collapse in a fit of very unmanly fit of giggles.
"I… Er…." Sirius was fumbling for some sort of excuse for this behavior. But none seemed to be coming to him, "That was…."
Remus couldn't hold it back any more. The look on Sirius' face was just too much for him and he started to laugh, almost dropping the paper bag. His boyfriend stared at him, looking nonplussed. Couldn't really blame him though, the werewolf rarely let loose like this. However, after a moment or two his face broke into a smile as well and he joined in.
It took a moment or two before Remus was able to speak again, "Oh Merlin…" He wiped tears of mirth from his eyes as he crossed the room, setting the bag on their counter and turning down the record player. He turned on the other boy, a grin on his face, "Wait till I tell Prongs and Wormtail you fancy yourself a rock star," He teased, laughing again as Sirius' expression became one of horror.
"You wouldn't." He breathed and Remus cocked a brow at him, smirking.
"Try me."
Before Remus was able to cross to the desk, however, he had been tackled onto the sofa, yelping in surprise. He opened his eyes, looking up into the animagus' face, mere inches above his own.
"You're not telling them anything," Sirius shook his head, pinning him to the couch, "Prongs'd never let me live it down…"
"But it was so brilliant Padders. Could've mistaken you for Freddie Mercury," He grinned, staring innocently into his boyfriend's eyes.
"Oh shut it…" The blush was back on his cheeks and Remus couldn't resist another chuckle.
"I'm serious though. You actually weren't bad…. Very sexy," He leaned up, pressing his lip's against Sirius'. His boyfriend pulled back "Please?"
"No."
"Ah, fine… I'll just keep your star plans our little secret…" Remus sighed, before pulling the animagus back down for another kiss.